“One motive alone shall induce me to go on with you,” said Jack.
“What's that?” asked Wild.
“The youth whom you delivered to Van Galgebrok,—Thames Darrell, is returned.”
“Impossible!” cried Jonathan. “He was thrown overboard, and perished at sea.”
“He is alive,” replied Jack, “I have seen him, and might have conversed with him if I had chosen. Now, I know you can restore him to his rights, if you choose. Do so; and I am yours as heretofore.”
“Humph!” exclaimed Jonathan.
“Your answer!” cried Sheppard. “Yes, or no?”
“I will make no terms with you,” rejoined Wild, sternly. “You have defied me, and shall feel my power. You have been useful to me, or I would not have spared you thus long. I swore to hang you two years ago, but I deferred my purpose.”
“Deferred!” echoed Sheppard.
“Hear me out,” said Jonathan. “You came hither under my protection, and you shall depart freely,—nay, more, you shall have an hour's grace. After that time, I shall place my setters on your heels.”